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Array ( [sid] => 171923 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Daddy's little boy [time] => 2012-04-14 08:12:42 [hometext] => poems I wrote about 20 years ago [bodytext] => sparkling eye's from heaven
his hair from angel wings
this is just to describe
some the little things
When he see's me he fallow's
He want's to be with dad
He's one the best prayer's
to come true
That I have ever had
He comes to me with arm's raised
he want's to be held tight
sometime's in the day
& all threw the night
When he say's'walk' he means it
he want's to go outside
It tickle's me to watch my son
He's part of Daddy's pride
Threw the year's I'll love him
He's Daddy's pride & joy
Nothing will ever hurt him
He's Daddy's little boy
the hot shot poet [comments] => 1 [counter] => 771 [topic] => 24 [informant] => thehotshotpoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
Daddy's little boy

Contributed by thehotshotpoet on Saturday, 14th April 2012 @ 08:12:42 AM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered



sparkling eye's from heaven
his hair from angel wings
this is just to describe
some the little things
When he see's me he fallow's
He want's to be with dad
He's one the best prayer's
to come true
That I have ever had
He comes to me with arm's raised
he want's to be held tight
sometime's in the day
& all threw the night
When he say's'walk' he means it
he want's to go outside
It tickle's me to watch my son
He's part of Daddy's pride
Threw the year's I'll love him
He's Daddy's pride & joy
Nothing will ever hurt him
He's Daddy's little boy
the hot shot poet




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Re: Daddy's little boy (User Rating: 1 )
by Robert_Edgar_Burns on Saturday, 14th April 2012 @ 08:24:18 AM AEST
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Children are a joy to the Lord, and
from the Lord. Happy is the man who
has his quiver full. I know this joy well
and also the added joy of hearing the
words called out "Grandpa!" You are
blessed my friend. Blessings, Rob




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